Cross-posted from 12 days of ficmas
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kiramaru7Title: Work and Play
Participant: kira
Fandom: original
Characters/Pairings: Bernd, Blitzkrieg, and mention of Amber
Disclaimer: I own it!
Summary/Teaser: In the early morning, Bernd mucks out Blitzkrieg’s stall and indulges his inner five year old…
Rating: G
Notes: This is not betaed, so any mistakes therein are my own. Please also note that Amber belongs to Kat, I’m just borrowing her.
Bernd went outside to muck out Blitzkrieg’s stall. It had snowed last night and the ground leading to the stable, was blanketed in a layer of white. He trudged through it, hating to disturb pristine snow. Unfortunately, the stall was not going to clean itself and Blitzkrieg certainly could not refill his oat bucket, hay rack, or water bucket. Besides, Bernd had been doing this every day, including the winter, for half his life. The only difference now, and in his humble opinion a much better difference, was that he often crawled in bed with Amber after he showered the dirt and grime off. It was with thoughts of Amber dancing in his head, that he entered the stable.
He took off his jacket, hanging it up on a nail, and got to work. He led Blitzkrieg from his stall and tied him to a ring in the wall. During the warmer months, Bernd let the big black Friesian loose in the paddock while he mucked out his stall. The stallion watched Bernd fill wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of dirty straw, whinnying for him each time he passed. Occasionally, Bernd paused to pat him or give him a treat, before hurrying off to fill his horse’s oat bucket and hay rack. He felt bad about ignoring his horse when he went to refill his water bucket, but he had no desire to walk back to the house sopping wet in this cold weather. After he laid fresh straw in Blitzkrieg’s stall, Bernd took off the Friesian’s blanket and brushed him. When he was finished, he turned his horse loose in his stall, threw some feed on the ground for chickens living in the stable and left.
Bernd stepped out of the stable, closing the door behind him. He shivered in the cold and started to hurry back to the house. He was about halfway there when he noticed it was starting to snow again. He paused, watching the scattered snowflakes float in the air, before disappearing in the blanket of white. He took a couple of steps, before pausing again. He grinned and looked up. Opening his mouth, Bernd tried to catch a snowflake on his tongue. Indulging his inner five year old, Bernd tried his best to catch the falling snow. He shuffled back and forth, face pointed skyward and tongue sticking out. The fact that he really could not tell if had caught any, never deterred him from trying. It was when he noticed the sky was beginning to lighten as the sun came up, that he tried one last time, before hurrying inside. Swearing up and down to himself that he had succeeded in catching one, he went inside.
Participant: kira
Fandom: original
Characters/Pairings: Bernd, Blitzkrieg, and mention of Amber
Disclaimer: I own it!
Summary/Teaser: In the early morning, Bernd mucks out Blitzkrieg’s stall and indulges his inner five year old…
Rating: G
Notes: This is not betaed, so any mistakes therein are my own. Please also note that Amber belongs to Kat, I’m just borrowing her.
Bernd went outside to muck out Blitzkrieg’s stall. It had snowed last night and the ground leading to the stable, was blanketed in a layer of white. He trudged through it, hating to disturb pristine snow. Unfortunately, the stall was not going to clean itself and Blitzkrieg certainly could not refill his oat bucket, hay rack, or water bucket. Besides, Bernd had been doing this every day, including the winter, for half his life. The only difference now, and in his humble opinion a much better difference, was that he often crawled in bed with Amber after he showered the dirt and grime off. It was with thoughts of Amber dancing in his head, that he entered the stable.
He took off his jacket, hanging it up on a nail, and got to work. He led Blitzkrieg from his stall and tied him to a ring in the wall. During the warmer months, Bernd let the big black Friesian loose in the paddock while he mucked out his stall. The stallion watched Bernd fill wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of dirty straw, whinnying for him each time he passed. Occasionally, Bernd paused to pat him or give him a treat, before hurrying off to fill his horse’s oat bucket and hay rack. He felt bad about ignoring his horse when he went to refill his water bucket, but he had no desire to walk back to the house sopping wet in this cold weather. After he laid fresh straw in Blitzkrieg’s stall, Bernd took off the Friesian’s blanket and brushed him. When he was finished, he turned his horse loose in his stall, threw some feed on the ground for chickens living in the stable and left.
Bernd stepped out of the stable, closing the door behind him. He shivered in the cold and started to hurry back to the house. He was about halfway there when he noticed it was starting to snow again. He paused, watching the scattered snowflakes float in the air, before disappearing in the blanket of white. He took a couple of steps, before pausing again. He grinned and looked up. Opening his mouth, Bernd tried to catch a snowflake on his tongue. Indulging his inner five year old, Bernd tried his best to catch the falling snow. He shuffled back and forth, face pointed skyward and tongue sticking out. The fact that he really could not tell if had caught any, never deterred him from trying. It was when he noticed the sky was beginning to lighten as the sun came up, that he tried one last time, before hurrying inside. Swearing up and down to himself that he had succeeded in catching one, he went inside.
